A Song For  My Grandfather

Oh , my *grandfather

I miss you

your face ’s the light of their mornings

and your voice ’s a flute between valleys

and the shine of your forearms is the glory of a country

 You’ re  noble   

your village is gold

     your Mehzam has Pride       

the spikes of dignity covers your high land

 and the pearls of corn do      

You\'re  releasing your songs

green deers among those mountains

dancing with little hills

and you open a sky for your people

  its numerous clouds play with Mom’s tiny hands   

its sparrows  repeat

Salam Alik

Salam Alik

Peace be upon you 

I dedicate this poem to my late maternal grandfather Mohammad Alamry (Alsabahi)

Mehzam : a belt of feather worn by men  around their  waist on  occasions in Asir Province , Saudi Arabia .